.As I walked down to New York town, a fair maid I did meet
She asked me back to see her place; she lived on Barrack Street
And away, Santy, my dear Annie
Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
And when we got to Barrack Street, we stopped at forty-four>
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